Frigid Poem by gershon hepner
Frigid
Frigid as the moon at night
when the snow lies crisp and bright
she appears and won’t depart
till her ice has chilled my heart.
Despite the coldness I’ll stay warm
in the forest where the storm
breaks the branches frozen rigid,
moon-illuminated, frigid,
for unlike the branches I
still am not prepared to die,
waiting for the sun in spring
and the warm love it will bring.
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4/24/2024 8:33:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What an amazing piece of poetry...the rhyme and flow of this is beautiful! Hugs, Dee